After being loved by the supreme evil god

cramped.Can't escape.

Before the night fell, the burning clouds in the sky reflected the dim color of Yu Zhuhao's cheeks.

In the dormitory, Su Guli was curled up on the bed, wrapped in the quilt. A year ago, he was a guy who slept carelessly, and it was not surprising that he fell off the single bed in the dormitory one day. stable.

Luo Kaifeng was still on the phone, and the guy who had cheated the three of them on the other end of the phone was still dubious, but Cheng Maoshi, who had already climbed into bed, saw Yu Zhuhao, who had been staring at El, move.

I saw Yu Zhuhao take out a one-hundred-dollar banknote from his pocket. Cheng Maoshi was a little surprised when he saw the banknote. After all, now that mobile payment is popular, there are not many people who carry money with them, but thinking that the person is Yu Zhuhao, Cheng Maoshi felt that it was understandable.

After all, from the moment I met this guy, he was a very appropriate person.

"Can this also be produced?" Yu Zhuhao waved the banknotes in front of El.

"Hey!" Hearing this, Cheng Maoshi couldn't sit still for a moment, "This is breaking the law, okay?"

However, Cheng Maoshi's superficial stop did not take effect.

In the next second, a red rectangular object floated down.

"It really is the same." Yu Zhuhao took the hundred-yuan note, compared the two, glanced at the serial number, and they were exactly the same.

It is no different from real banknotes in your hand.

But the same number proves that one of these two sheets is fake.

"What's the matter? What happened?" Luo Kaifeng had already finished his phone call, and when he heard the movement from the balcony, he immediately dragged his fat body and squeezed over.

"Can the number be changed? Or do you know what "money" is? "Yu Zhuhao ignored Luo Kaifeng's interruption, his eyes were still looking at El in front of him, not wanting to miss even a slight expression.

However, he is destined to be disappointed at this point. The man in front of him is like an extremely exquisite life-sized doll, and he doesn't even blink.

Nothing happens.

Yu Zhuhao was not disappointed when he saw this. Just when he was about to put away the two banknotes, he was surprised to find that the numbers of the two banknotes were different.

Seeing this, Yu Zhuhao didn't hesitate, took out his mobile phone, and showed Al in front of him the deposit number of his palm bank.

"What about this, you know, what I want is not just a string of numbers." Behind the numbers, it represents the concept of money.

Seeing Yu Zhuhao playing more and more, Cheng Maoshi couldn't help it anymore. He just climbed down from the bed in two steps, when Luo Kaifeng, who was holding Yu Zhuhao's right hand and looking at the phone, yelled, "Damn!"

"Yu Zhuhao, are you so rich?" Luo Kaifeng was dazzled by the string of zeros on the account.

One billion.

In Luo Kaifeng's series of "thigh hugging" words, Yu Zhuhao looked at the string of numbers on the phone, the numbers that can be paid.

That is not a simple number increase, or an extra sum of money, but an extra memory.

He has the memory of the money.

Even though it was vague, it was a matter of course for him to have the money.

Glancing at Cheng Maoshi, who was still frowning and obviously confused, Yu Zhuhao understood that the other party was probably the same as him at the moment, rationally telling him that the money was brought to him by this "thing" in front of him, but telling him that the money It was originally his, something he "had" from "before".

And this was indeed what Yu Zhuhao really wanted at that time.

Even including the number "[-] million" that he wanted without even realizing it.

Cheng Maoshi frowned and took Yu Zhuhao's cell phone, and Yu Zhuhao looked at Su Guli who was curled up on the bed.

Judging from Su Guli's previous description, Yu Zhuhao knew that the "thing" Su Guli mentioned was not an ordinary thing.

That's not just wishing.

Su Guli had no idea what the "thing" he was afraid of really meant.

As long as Su Guli is willing, he can even get everything in the world...

At this moment, there was a sharp pain on his face, and Yu Zhuhao finally came back to his senses, only to see Luo Kaifeng and Cheng Maoshi looked at him worriedly, their eyes were obviously guarded and fearful.

"Old Yu, are you okay?" Luo Kaifeng asked tentatively, with a cautious tone.

Feeling the burning pain on his face and hands, Yu Zhuhao looked down, and somehow his mobile phone returned to his hand, it was completely useless at this moment, it seemed to be crushed by him.

The shattered parts scratched his hand at some point, and the blood flowed down drop by drop.

Yu Zhuhao felt dazed for a while, and he went to touch the banknotes in his pocket again, but there were two banknotes.

"Old Yu, do you want to take a rest?" Luo Kaifeng looked at Yu Zhuhao's injured right hand hesitantly, and rarely said much.

Of course, he actually wanted to ask other questions, such as... why did Yu Zhuhao look like he was going to turn into a monster just now?

It was completely dark, and with the light of Su Guli's desk lamp, Yu Zhuhao could clearly see his pale face in the mirror on Cheng Maoshi's desk, and the time on the bracelet beside the mirror.

It was exactly nine o'clock in the evening.

He lost three hours of memory.

Or……

Yu Zhuhao looked at El who was not far away.

He lost three hours.

Was what happened just now real, or was he imagining it?

Yu Zhuhao withdrew his gaze.

It wasn't until now that he understood Su Guli's fear.

That is the fear of being beyond comprehension.

Compared with Luo Kaifeng and the other two who could only get a rough look, Su Guli, who was condescending, had seen the situation of Yu Zhuhao clearly just now.

Yu Zhuhao just turned into a monster.

Obviously Yu Zhuhao is still Yu Zhuhao, but not long ago, Su Guli felt that he was obviously not a human being.

……

Until bedtime, even Luo Kaifeng, who is always talkative, didn't say anything, just said hello and went back to his dormitory.

The light in the bedroom was turned off by Cheng Maoshi, and Yu Zhuhao lay on the bed, recalling the [-] million lying in the account checked by the computer, and looked at his roughly bandaged right hand, until suddenly there was a very low sound from the bed not far away. crying.

That was Su Guli's voice.

In the pitch-black darkness, there seemed to be an object on the other side of the bed.

Yu Zhuhao paused, turned around, turned his face to the wall, and closed his eyes.

……

Su Guli wrapped his quilt tightly.

At the same time, he leaned stiffly in a familiar embrace.

The previously extremely reassuring existence was the source of his daily nightmares.

No breathing, no heartbeat.

Su Guli can be sure that the "thing" behind him is still "looking" at him at this moment.

cramped.

Can't escape.